Summertime

By Joanne Dugan

Summer is the best season of all. Dive into this collection of poetic and mesmerizing images curated by photographer Joanne Dugan. Quotes from writers and luminaries intermingle with interpretive vignettes that instantly evoke the perfect summer moment. Enjoy the adventure and stillness of your favorite season all year round with Summertime.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Chronicle Books Digital
• Release date: Apr 15, 2014
• ISBN: 9781452132259

Joanne Dugan

Joanne Dugan is a photographer, author, and curator who lives in New York City and makes photographs on Cape Cod in the summer. This is her seventh photographic book. www.joannedugan.com

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introduction

It turns out that my first summer love was not a person but a place. My earliest memories of the season are at the water’s edge, first at the ocean in Rehoboth Beach, Delaware, a typical East Coast boardwalk tourist town, and then later on the bay in the Cape Cod town of Orleans, Massachusetts.

I spent most of my childhood summers in the first town, but remember the second much more clearly. I recall gazing at the horizon right outside the door of our splintery vintage beach house, set near the edge of a beach called Skaket. The dramatic shifting tides in front of us changed twice every twenty-four hours, like clockwork. There weren’t any clocks that I can remember— it was the rhythm of the water that gave those loose summer days structure as we sat on the water’s edge waiting impatiently for the show to begin.

During the shift to low tide, the water would rapidly roll past our line of sight, mysteriously disappearing more than two miles out—exactly where to, we weren’t quite sure. Once a day and sometimes also in the not-yet-dark evenings, we would find a just-made beach, covered with a tapestry of tide pools that served as perfect, child- sized animal viewing stations. The pools were filled with young hermit crabs, silvery minnows, and transparent glass eels, and they all seemed a bit shocked that their habitat had changed in less than an hour from being six feet below water to just a few inches.

We dashed from pool to pool, staring down at the multiple sets of eyes that seemed to follow ours, each species